And again she shows up, later than she thought she would, knocking reticently soft.

As she speaks she is trying not to cry and I help her as she's taking her coat off

"Nothing is beautiful," she said, "and no one is ever who they seem. I drove around this town for hours, screaming curses at the road, but it's 10 o'clock and the church is closed, and I stopped and sat amongst the flowers."

And I don't give a damn if they call the cops;

They never do anything anywhere anyway.

I try to stay on a straight line home.

She said, "Do you want to touch me? You want to be close? You want to feel something that seems real? Well I just want to feel whole; I want to be golden. I should go."

And again I show up drunk and stumbling, and make my way to the front door.

I have always loved more than I have ever shown with my hands and I can't give her what she asked for.

But she humors me and lets me in. I said, "I don't know where I've been. I wandered up and down the highway. I stopped at that store across the Deuce and bought some cigarettes and booze and the clerk was staring at me sideways."

And I don't give a damn if they call the cops.

They never do anything anywhere anyway.

I try to stay on a straight line home.

I said, "Do you want to touch me? You want to be close? You want to feel something that seems real? Well, I just want to feel whole. I want to be golden. I should go."

we'll recall why we were silent, finding calm within the violence and a place to hide our anger.

And if they ask you to be honest, will you pretend you'd never lie? Would you unravel right before their very eyes? There is a sweetness in the longing, something so mournful there in love, and it's the fleeting heart you're always dreaming of.

You open this letter last, just before bed, every day for fifteen years.

But with no remaining tears, and you still can strain to hear

his voice as your train disappeared.

And the station stopped humming with casual talk and the world was as it had been:

full of enemies and friends, full of cold indifference, full of saints that grew up sinners.

And if they ask you to be honest, will you pretend you'd never lie? Would you unravel right before their very eyes? There is a sweetness in the longing, something so mournful there in love, and it's the fleeting heart you're always dreaming of.

Waking up all of the neighbors and shouting about their selfish cares.

And they're pointing their fingers and rolling their eyes, making your struggle seem trite. Gushing with laughter and eloquent sighs; you don't want to break but you might.

And you won't let them in, and you won't let them see these moments when there's not a thing to believe in and all your decision are thrown in your face and everything's scattered and it seems out of place. And the only light visible is hazily streaming through cracks in the walls that you made.

And you won't let them in, and you won't let them see. Well, then how strong can you be?

Give her one kiss for the trouble now, two to keep her close enough to wonder: is it a blunder? A thousand bolts of lightning with no thunder.

But quit your crying, now. You will not escape this noise. Ruining all the sentimental, sad, and silly boys.

We built this city on rock n' roll and we never explain our lies. We fool ourselves about ourselves and can't look you in the eyes.

And you stand up, holding your hands up and throwing your voice, and no one can remember your name. You just laugh when your nervous 'cause they're all annoyed. And you can't remember why came. Just put on your mask and your elegant garments so that you won't recognize you. You won't recognize you any more than we do.

Turn around and get out of here. We don't owe you a god damn thing so just disappear. It's clear that you're not listening.

You seem bolder than you need to be with the hair up on your back. Fighting to be bigger than all the qualities you lack.

Well, yes, we've all seen better days, we've all seen better days. Ruining all your sentimental, sad, and silly ways.

But then, low and behold, the front's not old; a shiny new façade. All these scattered ants and animals all trying to be God.

And you stand up, holding your hands up and throwing your voice, and no one can remember your name. You just laugh when your nervous 'cause they're all annoyed. And you can't remember why came. Just put on your mask and your elegant garments so that you won't recognize you. You won't recognize you.

This stripped down notion, like an opening hand that begs "More, more, more, I need all you can handle". With your big mouth flapping out your terrible plan to be the best thing that ever ever ever ever happened...

And you stand up, holding your hands up and throwing your voice, and no one can remember your name. You just laugh when your nervous 'cause they're all annoyed. And you can't remember why came. Just put on your mask and your elegant garments so that you won't recognize you. You won't recognize you.